Semi-Daily Scribbles

The experiment is to see if I can open my eyes. If I get the all clear, I try a pair of lungs on for size. Sometimes it takes a couple fittings, but eventually oxygen works its magic over my rusty core. A bit of oil in the joints keeps the grind to a minimum. Locomotion is next, in baby steps. Running is easy. To stand firm for a belief is much, much harder. Then the Big Scary comes on strong. The realization that I can do anything. That's some fierce and fearsome shit shined to a high gloss like a lollipop. The sky is the limit, and we're all in it to win it. I want a nice little cabin tucked away in my temporal lobe. Oh, and to fly. To fly and not need the crutch of wild blue air.